Wednesday, December 29, 2010

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Dream within dream
Reality nested in reality

Every moment, new life
Moment past, just memory

Every path leads two directions
Each choice, a new crossroad

Souls we touch in passing
Fade to ghosts with time





A long time ago, in a previous lifetime, I told someone I cared for that I was writing some poetry. She laughed at me.

I never forgot that.


2 comments:

williamthecoroner said...

I know the feeling. What is worse, of course, is that I was sold a bill of goods, in that if I just worked hard enough (be it at a job, or at a relationship, or whatever) people would appreciate it. Well, sometimes they don't. And it is a good idea not to spend time with mean people. Once they show themselves to be mean, buh-bye.

David said...

I write 'em, too. I just don't tell anybody...I don't write for them, anyway. Keep doing what you like.